I'm so sorry but its true.
I have to go now I have to die.
Sorry but I have to end my life.
Dont let my death be your grief.
What I mean is dont cry forever.
I'm not worth your tears.
I no I wont suffer any more.
I hope you wont either.
I knew when the blade sliced my skin.
I knew the end was coming.
I knew I'd be gone soon.
When I'm in my grave.
Dont sit and weap for long.
Carry on as normal.
As you hated me any way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem